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 Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 6:34 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 9:45 pm
Andrew stands in ring, no music or anything. He has a mic in hand.
He takes a few moments to stare at the fans on every side, waiting for the boo's to die down. After about five minutes, he raises the mic to his facemask. "What...What...WHAT?" He asks all the fans. "What are you expecting from me? Some John Cena...John Morrison...R-Truth bullcrap? Some garbage about how I 'looove' all of you and how I'd be soooo 'loooost' without you? How everything I do is weighted by your opinions and views? Seriously...That's what you want...Seriously? Seriously...Ser-I-Ous-Ly? Good luck with that..." He hisses into the mic, getting a wave of boo's launched at him.
"What? C'mon...You don't honestly expect me to bow down to you...There's a reason why I'm in this ring and you aren't...You just...Arent'...Worth...IT" He spat angrily. "Now I want you all to shut your mouths and sit down and watch me destroy this 'Kyle Dracious'...If the fat-fool can catch me...--What? You think I'm scared of him...Watch, I bet--No, I GUARANTEE...He.Will.Not.Pin.Me..." He finished, dropping the mic to the ground...
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